Warning--a witchdoctor's nightmare. Contains potions with weird side effects, a sorceress with limited magical skills and a yearning heart, plus a minor god who wants to get down and dirty.
Bad, bad boy.
For Becca
Salt being a witch isn’t all magic. Too curvy and lonely, she spends her nights
running a makeover service for demons, vamps, weres and zombies who want to
project a more human, normal side. Their goal? To get the babes without the
authorities hunting them down like rabid dogs. Once Becca suppresses the worst
of their beast, they’re on the hunt and gone.
Dating has
been a definite bitch for Eric Diletto. Although he’s hot and hung, he’s also
one of Cupid’s descendants—a god born to believe in courtship, courtesy and all
that other junk. Tired of women dumping him for the bad boys, Eric hires Becca
to release his inner beast. Grrrr.
Two potions
later, they’re crawling all over each other. With Eric’s newfound dominance,
he’s definitely the man. And the god, who intends to take Becca here, there and
everywhere. Who said sorcery and love wasn’t fun?
Heat and humidity poured inside, along with racket from the street
party. Drunken voices mingled with throaty laughter, pounding drums and
trumpets. The instruments reached and held their highest notes.
A guy slipped inside. At least six-three, he had an athlete’s build—lean
and muscular, his shoulders broad, hips narrow, thighs powerful.
Becca’s pulse thumped in her ears, drowning out the other sounds. She
stepped closer.
Classically handsome, he wore his hair preppy-style, longer on the top,
shorter on the sides. Those locks were a warm chestnut brown streaked by the
sun and tousled, begging for a woman to smooth them back.
Becca lowered her hand. She hadn’t intended to lift it.
His golden complexion spoke of days spent outdoors, perhaps from
skinny-dipping in a pool, water streaming over his firm pecs and abs…and lower.
She suppressed a delighted shiver.
He wore leather loafers, beige khakis and a white dress shirt opened at
the collar, the sleeves folded back to mid-forearm.
Masculine yet civilized.
The staff had done an outstanding job on this guy’s makeover. No wonder
Zoe had suggested him for the advertising pieces. A fat raise for everyone was
in order. Maybe even part ownership in this place. They’d made this dude over
to the nth degree from…
Becca wasn’t certain what kind of demon he was or his level in Hell.
She’d never met him before. Maybe he’d taken so long to get there because he
couldn’t pull himself away from the god he now saw in his mirror.
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Tina, best wishes on your new release!
Yea! Congrats on your new release. Sounds hot!
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